Oh Yeah, I Forgot What That's Like

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I may occasionally get on my high horse about exercise, specifically, the lack of it in people's lives. If something is important to you, like health, I believe you'll find a way to fit it into your life and hey here's a thought, why not turn the TV off and take a walk? 

See? High horse. 

This week ought to put me in my place. I'm on full day assignment for some stories for the Greensboro News & Record. Today, for example, I meet "the crew" at 9 am and we ride around in a van together until close to 6 pm, interviewing and photographing people. At 6, I have almost an hour's drive home with traffic, mail, dinner, etc. waiting for me. Only then will it be time to exercise. 

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Now Appearing...

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[We pause this blog for more relentless self-promotion.]

A few of you have been kind enough to ask if I have any book signings in the immediate area. I've got a link on the Who Moved My Mouse? website that lists Dena's Appearances. You can check there for updates but below I've listed a few area upcoming events. Book signings can be a lonely time. I myself have avoided eye contact with many an author in a bookstore who sat alone and uncomfortable amid their pile of "please buy me" books. Don't let that be me! Come out and support your favorite cat author! 

Purrs...

Dena

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Good Friends Turn Books Face Forward

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My good friend and fellow published author Edmund Schubert called the other night and said he was taking his daughter Alexa to Borders Bookstore.

"Do me a favor?" I asked. "Check and see if they're carrying my book."

I received a voicemail from Ed later that night. "Happy to report that Borders has four copies of Who Moved My Mouse? in the humor section and that they are all now facing forward." 

HA! Good friends do these things for you. Love it. 

Cheers,

Dena

Right On Schedule

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What's right on schedule? Why, my annual fall resolution to focus on book writing to the exclusion of all else.

If you're a client of mine reading this, not to worry. It's a phase. It will pass. It's just that every November, like clockwork, I decide that client work is a distraction from what I really want to be doing and I can't possibly be expected to work and write a novel. (And train for marathons, and have coffee with friends, and pet the cats, and cook whole, natural foods, and become a P90-X badass, and everything else I make time for in life. Of all those, the only thing that makes sense to dump is anything income-producing.)

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